Pavlovian Response– WHY I DEMAND IT!

I was born with one destiny -- to reign as a Goddess. It comes with a cost, damn it, one that I will not allow anyone to slight or ignore. You seek a woman, no correction, a fucking gorgeous woman of true power, authority, sadism, and erotic control. You find her? You show your gratitude and worth by your service and obedience – and that’s not a part time role! It’s a life goal! There is no such thing as “some obedience” or “some adoration.”

I devote my entire life to the evolution into a Goddess and master of erotic mind control that has no equal. All the worthless pretty games my girlfriends play with its fake approval and adoration were given up for a greater reason, but the hounds of hell will be unleashed upon you if you think this is role playing and part time servitude. For every one of you lucky enough to be chosen, lucky enough for me to see a grain of possible value, there are a dozen replacements I simply do not have the time to inspect. I shall give you all a lesson here, based on what I put Bitch Boy through – LUCKY Bitch Boy, because the alternative would be to drop him completely without a single look back. And that is torment that none of you want … to be ignored. If he was seeking punishment, then punishment comes through process that YOUR GODDESS chooses.

Okay, Pavlovian, a quick but vital study. Pavlov trained his dog to salivate on commands (subliminal ones.) This proved that invincible and absolute control lies more in the subconscious and deeper animal origins/evolution of our brains. I use this as a valuable means to an end – total control of you, total reshaping of you to something of value to me, total serving of pleasure to me, and as a by-product … unimaginable erotic experience of your fetishes.

I PUT YOU THROUGH HELL FOR A DAMN REASON (aside from the fact that it gives me pleasure – bitch!)

I’m going to explain here what happens when one of you bitches fails to live up to YOUR end of serving me!

BITCHBOY should know better, and surely knows what was at stake – humiliation at first, and losing me completely if it continued. His role is to rigidly obey and serve me – rigidly! You are my bitchboy! What do you not understand, Bitchboy? You are instructed (and I thought trained enough) to leave your cell phone on at all times so that when my Goddess instincts tell me you need control, I give it! I am not fond of messages (that is a monumental understatement.) This Servant had been told that when I text him my Pavlovian message “SNAP” that he must respond to me in text or otherwise immediately without thought or hesitation (5 minutes being the limit, which should really never even be approached, it’s more due to delays in some text messaging systems than it is my being forgiving – WHICH I AM NOT.)

I sent two SNAP messages, which should have been a clue that I mean business today. He responded twice, as trained. He was working out that the gym “to impress me more.” A rock hard body impresses this Goddess when it is all for my abuse, but, fails to do so when obedience is sacrificed. The third time he does not respond. I told him once the consequences: humiliation. So quickly he forgets. On the third time, I got no response, and so, being so moved, and not wanting to ever curb my devious greed for control over souls and minds, I called him. Yes, that Bitchboy was lucky enough to get my VOICE. He mentioned he was sorry, that he was spotting a friend in weight lifting and could not respond quickly enough. “Oh?! So you spot a stranger that couldn’t give a shit about your cravings, goals, and need for my total control to be content in life instead of obeying your Goddess?!” He promised it would not happen again.

I waited a moment, then tried a fourth time and this servant failed me again! I had warned him that I do not need to be in his presence to convulse him with horror and humiliation. I had already slyly asked for the number at the gym, “Just in case I ever need to reach you and your cell is broken.”

Now, pay attention, Servants, for fear was barely peeking out from my hell gates on this moment, and I promise you I will carry this even further with you all if you do not obey my training …

I hung up the phone, and he sent another excuse apologizing. I called him back, on his cell phone, and reminded him that I was a woman of my word. With my other phone, I called his gym and got one of the staff members, Mike, on the phone. I placed Mike on speaker phone so Bitchboy could hear me ask him questions via the cell connection I now had with him. I knew that Bitchboy was probably looking right at Mike from across the room. I could feel Bitchboy squirming … the horror rising …

I told Mike I was looking for a customer of his that answers to “Saphire’s Male Slut” and wanted him to page him over the speakers. I heard a groan of fear from Bitchboy but was too tickled with evil to even hear his pleading. Mike could not believe his ears, and asked me to repeat it. So, slower, with emphasis, I repeated “ I am looking for a customer of yours who will obediently answer to the name of Goddess Saphire’s Male Slut.” Mike replied he understood what I was asking, which led me to believe that Mike is very familiar with bdsm lifestyle, as are so many muscle heads and “strong” macho males. But, he said he could not do that. With my Bitchboy listening and watching, I asked Mike if it would be easier if I just gave him my Slut’s real name? I put Mike on Mute, and proceeded to tell Bitchboy …

“How’s that? Are you sweating now? He remained silent and then uttered with profuse emotion – no wait … I need to break her to tell you just how arousing it was for me to have my Bitchboy literally sweating, his mind confused with fear and devotion to me – I had him by the mental balls and was squeezing him until they would nearly burst and that feels so damn good for this Goddess … whew, anyway, where was I?

Bitchboy replied, “Why are you doing this?” “Did you doubt your Goddess’s word means more than your word to obey and answer? Did you doubt I would not call?” My most wicked laugh – not forced or fake – rang over the line, penetrating his mind as if I had driven my strap on up his ass until his mind exploded in humiliation. I removed Mike from Mute and told him I’ll reach my Slut on his cell phone. Then I returned to Bitchboy and said flatly amid my arousal, “We’re going to meet our 5-minute deadline when I SNAP, aren’t we?” Then I hung up.

He is not aware that his pain, pain he suffered serving me, has ALMOST earned him a visit from me. I won’t tell him when. This is training, Bitchboy! If I visit you, or invite you, and your thoughts are not right, your body does not respond, the pain I inflict on you before rejecting you forever will be beyond your threshold and below my needs! Get your lame ass idea of obedience and servitude in order!

He called after the incident. He texted me. Apologizing repeatedly. Then I SNAPPED one last time. (Yes, it does also work with a snap of the finger if you SURRENDER to my total training and let your Goddess fulfill her destiny in controlling your body and mind.) I SNAPPED that last time just for the hell of it, for my fun. Whew, it’s time’s like this that make my casual moments in my lifestyle – casual in between real time pain giving – a joy.

Warning: I am a woman of my word! I will call your work, I will call your parents, I will call in the middle of your damn Vanilla wedding to that pig and love every second of destroying your reality … and it is all your blame. I am a Goddess who keeps my word. You keep yours! OBEY! SERVE! PLEASE!

And, think of this, Servants … if your feeble minds can … Imagine the overwhelming pleasure you will feel when you serve me, when you remember it is ALL ABOUT ME, NOT YOU … and I shall program you in the deepest Pavlovian limits, so that when I SNAP my finger, maybe I will just give you the most complete experience of your favorite fetish leading to an orgasm that leaves you nearly insane with fulfillment.

I do what I do for ME, not you, yet, what I give you is the greatest gift of your existence. Don’t you forget it!